Warning: Graphic sex and violence. Age 18+ only
It is recommended to read after Deliver, but it can be read as a stand-alone.
Her life is like a prison cell.
A self-made, to-hell-with-the-free-world existence that locks from the inside.
Stop judging. Her agoraphobia doesn’t define her. It simply keeps her safe.
He belongs in a prison cell.
The 6x8, make-me-your-bitch variety that locks from the outside.
But he’s free. To hunt. To take. To break.
And he just found a sexy new toy.
Capturing her is the easy part. Her fucked-up mind, however, makes him question everything he does next.
But he’s a determined bastard. If all goes his way, this will hurt like hell.
“Are you going to cut me up in little pieces?”
A cold smile tipped his lips as he chuckled. Then his expression sobered. “Walk to the kitchen.”
Fucking psychopath. He stood right in the doorway, taking up the whole damned hall. At over six feet tall with a muscled body cut from stone, he could squash her without breaking a sweat. She didn't want to go near him. He was terrifying. But being forced outside was worse. She straightened her back and headed toward him.
As she slid by, his arm caught her waist and yanked her back against his chest. She slapped at his hand, bucking against him, and his arm clenched tighter. His erection jabbed against her backside, his breath hot at her ear. “Fighting and squirming only turns me on. Don't stop.”
She immediately stilled. God, he wasn't lying. His dick was undeniably more pronounced against her back. Feeling him like that, so close, so huge and hard, rushed heat between her legs and prickles over her skin. Why, oh why was she responding this way? She hated and wanted it, and mother of all fucks, she couldn't have been more completely and totally out of her mind.
She drew a ragged breath. Think, think, think. But his intention blatantly rubbed against her, scattering her thoughts. “You're going to rape me, aren't you?”
His torso moved up and down with his breath. “I thought you wanted to be fuck buddies. Don't make it weird.”
Interview with Pam
I thought your portrayal of agoraphobia was right on the money in Vanquish. Can you tell us about the research you did and how you approached writing these scenes to make them so realistic?
I sat down with a psychiatrist for a few hours and laid out the scenario. What happens if an agoraphobic is kidnapped by a rapist? What if he knocks her out amidst a panic attack? What if he forces her, kicking and screaming, outside repeatedly? While my plot had the good doctor’s eyebrows hovering somewhere near his hairline, he offered some great advice (for both Amber’s and Van’s mental conditions) on how they would work—and not work—together.
When we meet Van in Deliver, we don’t really see his vulnerability like we do in Vanquish. Did you plan to tell Van’s story from the start?
***Spoiler Alert: For those who have not read Deliver and plan to, skip this answer*** When I killed off Van in Deliver, he was supposed to stay dead. But for days after I wrote that scene, it sat like a rock in my gut. Van had a story, and I couldn’t let it die with him. I couldn’t let him go. So, as I finished the ending of Deliver, I outlined Vanquish, Van’s book.
What’s your favorite part of the writing process? What part is challenging? Are you a pantser or a plotter?
I’m a plotter, so I know how everything plays out before I write the first word. Still, starting out a new book is painful because I don’t know the characters yet. I’m still learning their voices...they’re just so unfamiliar. By halfway through, however, I know them so well they tumble over the pages with ease. Which makes writing the last half of a book my favorite part of the process.
Can you tell us about what you’re working on now?Another romantic suspense, but a bit different from anything I’ve written to date. The hero is a criminal motorcycle racer. The heroine is a corporate billionaire. Lots of secrets, sex, scandals, and political corruption. The title and cover reveal is coming soon!
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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band.
Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.